Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.